aging
Gray settling in, gravity to; I'm getting old and there's nothing i can do.i can try my best to slow it down but every day i wake up it forms around me choking the very life out of me with its insidious captivity.
aging
Gray settling in, gravity to; I'm getting old and there's nothing i can do.Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.
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